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IVMITE MOUNTAIN VISTAS. 



THE CRYSTAL HILLS, 



ILLUSTRATIONS BY 

F. SCHUYLER "^MATHEWS. 




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BOSTON: 
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MT. ADAMS. 



rpt. Qdams from Qit. W^s^^ngion. 



Upon cur loftiest Wnjte Mojntain pirak, 

Filled with the h '■hi)';'^s of untai"tec air, 
We stood, nor tf-.re.'i to listen or u. speak 

To one anotl-.'.r, for i::ie silence i.here 
Was el< q'-ieii t with CJod's presencj. Not a sound 

Uttt.'f.d the \y\nds 'n their up' indei-ed sweep 
Above us th;ougb ll.s nepvnrss. Ine gv.'.t profound 

Below ui seethed with iivsti. a sullen deep, 
From thawlcSL ice-cav s of a vi.Jt rav-r.? 
Roiled slieeted clouds across die brids. unseen. 



Who whirpered uriio us of life and dcnlh 

iVs silence closed upon our bearis ov-ct mere' 
Oil lieiji-iiis v.dierc angels sic, perhaps-, ■x i.irca-h 

May ci'.'ar tlie separaiiiig guifs; a door 
May open soir. jtiines betwixt earth and hf^v-. :;, 

A.nd life's mosi ha-antlng riycti-fy 1 e shown 
A fog-drift of the mind, scatterv^d and driven 

fSefore the winds of God: no vague unknown, 
Death's dreaded path, — only a curtained stair; 
Aiid beavon but earth raised into purer air. 

LUCV LARCOM. 
Hy periHisaiim of f/r:'g-/tti!n, Mifflin &= Co. 




MT. WASHINGTON RAILWAY. 



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Our own familiar world, not yet half known, 

Nor loved enough, in tints of Paradise 
Lies there before us, now so lovely grown, 

We wonder what strange film was on our eyes 
Ere we climbed hither. But again the cloud, 

Descending, shuts the beauteous vision out; 
Between us the abysses spread their shroud : 

We are to earth, as earth to us, a doubt. 
Dear home folk, skyward seeking us, can see 
No crest or crag where pilgrim feet may be. 

LUCY LARCOM. 

By permission of Hot(ghion, Mifflin <Sr* Co. 



iPt (iJQsfiiH§t©H from f'Qb^QH's. 



We had passed 

The high source of the Saco; and bewildered 

In the dwarf spruce-belts of the Crystal Hills, 

Had heard above us, like a voice in the cloud. 

The horn of Fabyan sounding; and atop 

Of old Agiochook had seen the mountains 

Piled to the northward, shagged with wood and thick 

As meadow mole-hills. 

WHITTIER. 



By pirMtssiov of Ho7iffhton, Mifflin <&» Co. 




MT. WASHINGTON 

FROM FABYANS 



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The pioneer of a great company 

That wait behind him. gazing toward the east, 

Might\- ones all, down to the nameless least,— 

Though after him none dares to press, where he 

With bent head listens to the minstrelsy 

Of far waves chanting to the moon, their priest. 

What phantom rises up from winds deceased? 

What whiteness of the unapproachable sea? 

Hoary Chocorua guards his mysten.^ well : 

He pushes back his fellows, lest they hear 

The haunting Secret he apart must tell 

To his lone sell', in the sky-silence clear. 

A shadoNvy, cloud-cloaked wraith, with shoulders bowed. 

He steals, conspicuous, from the mountain-crowd. 

LUCY LARCOM. 



By pri-mission of Houghton, Mij/lin &r> Co. 




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